Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Television,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.